Luyện nghe bài hát Starry Stairs

They ask for
do you think this fan club is for?
I slithered up each rose
I kept a warm, safe place at my
I lost it

They ask for
What do you think this woman's of?
I a small, thin pin in my thumb
dreamt a low, long line to be crossed
And I it

I'm alive but a different kind of
Than the way I to be
I retire to a split, smile to be seen
In old stag magazine

And girl's eyes
When they roughly wrenched open
I see a starry stair up your thigh
You hid behind hair
Oh, but I saw you

While all these guys, all these sets of eyes
behind a TV screen
I let them pry, pick apart and up to dry
Almost piece of me
If you love me, I'm sorry

Oh, what a trip? Oh, what a shimmering silver
Oh, a hot half-life I half lived?
Oh, and the stripes and stars, how they stripped off the
my life ripped off from the part that played as a kid
Into the part that plays through lips
To find a warm, safe and sit curled up inside it?

So, goodbye
From the part staying behind
To the part that has to
To the lips that were never spoiled by lying
But to the inside the being
Who wasn't me, who me
Oh, no, no, she's, not me, oh, oh